Standing at the battlefields where the warriors long have gone
I remember how I met my own true love.
Memories carry me backwards some thousand years ago
when we lay in better times down in the grass.
He was quite young but was a warrior through and through,
Oh, Gods, give peace, let the enemies be calm.

But a battle started on, and all my heroes had to go.
It´s my command, and I´ll never see them again.
They´ll go under my banner, they´ll fight, they´ll slew all down.
They will die for my word and be proud
to die with their sword in their hand.

Mother, let me go with them; why do you keep me here?
I´m just as much a man as they are, let me go.
It´s not the time to waste the young blood who will share my bed
who will raise the child I carry under my heart.
He was quite young and a warrior through and through,
Oh, Gods, give peace, let the enemies be calm.

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Giving him his sword, I truely came to know
It was the last time I could touch this heart of mine.
His head they sent to me as an answer to a command
I never should have given to my love.
He died quite young, was not the warrior I knew,
was just a man to make his lady proud.

Refrain

Standing at these battlefields where the warriors long have gone
I remember how much man I sent to death.
They went on my command and for the glory they could own.
But just a few stayed through and lived and brought it home.
Mother, let my go, I´m now a man, don´t keep me here!
Oh, Gods, give peace, no harm to my only child.

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Mother take my hand I have no pain till darkness comes
I´m just a boy to make his mother proud.